Father And Daughter Drink Together

Spike opened the case. It was filled with green cash. They were all new and emanated a sweet scent.

He took a wad out and checked. Then he took out another wad. It really was one million dollars.

"Where's the stuff I want?"

Spike tossed the bottle at him. The man hurriedly reached out, almost missing it. He also checked the bottle to make sure it was the right one.

"Mr. Spike, I'm only the middle man. You don't have to be so guarded against me. Our transaction is done, so I can reveal something. A bunch of people in L.A. are looking for you. You better be careful. I don't want to hear that you're dead."

Spike chose to trade with this man because he had the best reputation in this neighborhood. He rarely ever bit back. Spike took the money and left.

Just then, the man in black took out his phone. "Hello, Mr. Manus? It's Figar Lewis. I got the item."

"Bring it to Beverly Hills. My boss is there. I'll send you the money."